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And now the gravity of trouble was more than I could bear, At times my luck was so bad, I had to fold my hands, Almost lost my soul, rarely I could find my head, Wake up early in the morning, feeling nearly dead. I was never afraid of danger, took trouble on the chin, Mountains I have climbed, that have killed a thousand men, Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel, Never needed anybody, I was king of the hill. [Chorus:] Oh, when I think about the old days, Lord, it sends chills up and down my spine, Yeah life ain't what it seems, on the boulevard of broken dreams, Guess I opened my eyes in the nick of time, 'Cause it sure felt like the end of the line. No matter how hard I run, I just can't get away I try to do my best, but the devil gets in my way Spent most of my lifetime downtown, sleepin' behind the wheel 'Till it all came down to kill or be killed [Chorus] |
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| 8:39 |
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Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing, It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no. Don't fly, mister blue bird, I'm just walking down the road, Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know CHORUS You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day. Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way, Turn your love my way, yeah. Good old sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere. Goin to Carolina, it won't be long and I'll be there CHORUS |
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I went around to your house, found you laid up in the bed, by early afternoon you were so sloppy drunk, you couldn't even raise up your head. So get on with your life baby, please let me get on with mine. These days and your ways are so painful, you're just wasting all our precious time, ohhh. Since first I knew your name, I wasn't sure that you really cared. Spent most of your time with the other boys, and it's been all down hill from there. So get on with your life baby, please let me get on with mine. Each day brings a new confusion, another way to break this poor heart of mine. I can't begin to count the times that I've told ya, you better change all your wicked ways, but I'm real sure whatever the number, ah it's the same as the times you laughed in my face. Won't somebody please wake me from this bad dream, I remember my grandmama told me, things ain't always what they seem. So get on with your life baby, please let me get on with mine. Cause each day brings another confusion, it's about to break this poor heart of mine, Ohhhha, gonna lose my only mind, oh baby. Don't you break this poor heart of mine. |
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| 7:52 |
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by Dickey Betts
(c) 1973 & 1974 No Exit Music Co., Inc. Well I'm Southbound, Lord I'm comin' home to you. Well I'm Southbound, baby, Lord I'm comin' home to you. I got that old lonesome feelin' that's sometimes called the blues. Well I been workin' every night, travelin' every day. Yes I been workin' every night, traveling every day. You can tell your other man, sweet daddy's on his way. Aww, ya better believe. Well I'm Southbound. Whoa I'm Southbound. Well you can tell your other man, Sweet daddy's on his way. (Guitar solo) Got your hands full now baby, as soon as I hit that door. You'll have your hands full now woman, just as soon as I hit that door. Well I'm gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should have had before. Lord, I'm Southbound. Yes I'm Southbound. Whoa I'm Southbound, baby. Said I'm Southbound. Well I'm gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should have had before. (Piano solo) (Guitar solo) |
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| 5:14 |
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Got the blues like midnight. Honey won't be long 'fore day. Got the blues like midnight. Honey won't be long 'fore day. Wish that tornado would blow my blues away. Lord, I can tell my bulldog when I hear him bark Lord, I can tell my baby when I hear her in the dark. Got the blues like midnight. Honey won't be long 'fore day. Got the blues like midnight. Honey won't be long 'fore day. Lord I wish a tornado would blow my blues away. |
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| 5:27 |
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Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah. The gypsy flies from coast to coast, Knowing many, loving none, Bearing sorrow, having fun. But, back home he'll always run, To sweet Melissa. Mmmm-hmmm. Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same. And no one knows the gypsy's name, And no one hears his lonely sighs, There are no blankets where he lies. Lord, in his deepest dreams the gypsy flies, With sweet Melissa. Mmmm-hmmm. Again, the mornin's come. Again, he's on the run. A sunbeam's shinin through his hair. Fear not to have a care. Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on. Roll on. Crossroads, will you ever let him go? Lord, Lord. Or will you hide the dead man's ghost? Or will he lie, beneath the clay? Or will his spirit float away? But, I know that he won't stay, Without Melissa. Yes, I know that he won't stay, yeah, Without Melissa. Lord, Lord, it's all the same. Mmmmm-hmmmmm. |
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Nobody knows about what's going on, with the world and the steel, the flesh and the bone. River keeps flowing and the grass still grows, and the spirit keeps going, nobody knows. Poets they come and the poets they go, politicians and preachers they all claim to know. The words that are written and the melody's played, as the years turn their pages, they all start to fade. The oceans still move with the moon and the sky, the grass still grows on the hillside. Got to believe in believing, got to believe in a dream, freedom is ever deceiving, never turning out to be what it seems. It's amazing how fast our lives go by, like the flash of the lightning or the blink of an eye. We all fall in love, and we fall into life, we look for the truth on the edge of a knife. Heavens turn around the river still flows, spirit keeps going, nobody knows. Words that are written and melody's played, as the years turn their pages, it all start to fade. Oceans still move with the moon and the sky, the grass still grows on the hillside. Got to believe in believing, got to believe in a dream, freedom is ever deceiving, never turning out to be what it seems. |
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| 11:35 |
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Just one more mornin, I had to wake up with the blues. Pulled myself out of bed, yeah, put on my walkin shoes. And went up on the mountain, to see what I could see. The whole world was fallin, right down in front of me. * Cause I've a hunger for the dreams I'll never see, yeah, baby. Ah, help me baby, or, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. Pull myself together, put on a new face. Climb down off the hilltop, baby, get back in the race. * Lord, cause I've a hunger for dreams I'll never see, yeah, babe. Lord, help me baby, or, this will surely be the end of me, yeah. Pull myself together, put on a new face. Climb down off the hilltop, baby, and get back in the race. * Cause I've a hunger for the dreams I'll never see, yeah, baby. Ah, help me baby, or, or this will surely be the end of me, yeah. |
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| 5:56 |
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People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you hear it? Love is in the air. We're in a revolution. Don't you know we're right. Everyone is singing. Yeah! There'll be no one to fight. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. People can you feel it? Love is everywhere. |
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